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A kiss completely stirred up the online community. Everyone was rushing to spread the news, GIFs were flying everywhere, and people became midnight screamers, zooming in on the pictures over and over again.
Within just a few minutes, there were thousands of comments, and the likes were close to ten thousand.
[It’s out, it’s out, this is definitely a tongue-out moment, I swear on my head!]
[I’m screaming like crazy! Yan Ye! You guys are amazing for the domestic entertainment industry!!!]
[All the perverts stand up, download it quickly!!!]
[Just now, my screen suddenly went black, and I was laughing with tears streaming down my face like a psycho...]
[^That’s me right now]
[I can’t handle it, but I can... Ahhh, I really can’t handle it!!]
[Are you able or not?! What’s going on?]
[Give me the HD close-up!! Hurry up!!]
[Did the director cut to a long shot because they can’t handle it?!?]
[Give us the behind-the-scenes footage of the kissing scene, please.]
[Who was it?! Who initiated it?!]
[Crying while doing that kiss… Oh my god, think about my body, I can’t take it anymore!]
Further down, one after another, posts filled with 140-character-long “ahhhs.”
The entire fan discussion board was livelier than New Year’s celebrations, almost as if people wanted to print out the pictures and go door-to-door asking: “Hello, have you ever shipped a CP before? Look at this, this is our CP, aren’t they sweet? Please ship them, I’m dying!”
Everyone went wild until five in the morning, imagining countless scenarios before and after the event, then finally fell asleep contentedly:
[Thank you everyone, for adding some vibrant color to my lonely night.]
[Thank you, director, for adding an epic touch to my otherwise ordinary life.]
[Life isn’t worth it! But Yan Ye is worth it!!!]
Yan Man had a restless sleep, waking intermittently, and only fully woke up the next morning.
When she opened her phone, it was just a little past six.
After breakfast, she worked out for a bit, and by the time she returned to the hotel, it was almost noon. Just as she opened the door, she heard a commotion inside, like someone yelling something.
As soon as Yan Man walked in, Simon and Zhou Xuan both jumped, tossing their phones aside, looking at her with serious expressions.
Yan Man: “...What’s going on?”
Simon spoke sternly: “Where did you go?!”
“To the gym.”
Simon breathed a sigh of relief: “Good, I thought you went to see Ye Lin.”
“Why would I go see Ye Lin?” She changed into slippers and slowly walked to the side of the bed, “We’re just colleagues—”
She was about to say “Do people even look for ordinary colleagues?” but stopped herself. After the two incidents—the car ride and the grilled fish—their relationship seemed to have slightly improved.
They weren’t exactly ordinary colleagues anymore; they were closer now.
Thinking this way, Yan Man corrected herself: “Do people look for colleagues with decent relationships?”
Her pause nearly gave Simon a stroke.
Simon: “Have you seen the Yan Ye fan forum?”
“No,” Yan Man looked more confused, “I’ve been busy all morning, when would I have time to check those things?”
And the forum always had the same old stuff anyway. The other day, she accidentally clicked in and saw that she had posted on Weibo at 18:09, while Ye Lin posted at 19:03. Even so, the CP fans still found ways to pair them up, saying that both their posts contained the number nine, which meant “long-lasting.” It was as if the young couple was secretly showing affection.
……
And then she never checked again. It was too terrifying.
Simon handed her the phone: “Take a look.”
Yan Man glanced down, and before Simon could even zoom in, she recognized it as a kissing photo and quickly averted her gaze.
Yan Man: “Don’t show me embarrassing things like this first thing in the morning.”
Simon: “...”
“But you took that picture, didn’t you?” He said, “If you took it, why are you afraid to look at it?”
“When I took it, I was in character, so it wasn’t a problem. But that was days ago,” Yan Man rubbed her temples, “Or give me some time to get back into character—I’ll try to view it from the female lead’s perspective—”
“Forget it,” Simon interrupted, “I have a question.”
“Go ahead.”
Simon: “Did you… stick your tongue out?”
……
……
Yan Man thought sincerely for a moment, then took a sip of water before answering earnestly: “I forgot.”
Simon: “………………”
“I really forgot,” she looked innocent, “That was days ago. Plus, when I was filming, I thought of myself as the female lead, so those memories belong to her, not me.”
Simon paced around the room, clearly distressed.
“Was it real or fake?! Was it misaligned? Who stuck their tongue out? You or him??”
Yan Man sighed: “Does it really matter?”
Simon slapped his palm forcefully: “Of course it matters!”
In university, Yan Man had three roommates, each of whom had dated no less than three people. She had seen them kissing many times. Later, when she returned home, she also met several of her brothers’ girlfriends. To her, these were natural occurrences within certain atmospheres—nothing to be surprised about.
After all, they were professional actors. Everyone knew where to draw the line between acting and reality. They couldn’t control every aspect of their work unless they were top-tier celebrities.
Ye Lin looked good, and the scene turned out well. She didn’t feel shortchanged.
“You should treat it as part of the performance. The reason this drama succeeded and is so beloved is partly because both actors were fully committed. If actors don’t invest themselves, how can they deliver a good performance? This is just proof of my professionalism.”
Yan Man said, “You should appreciate it from an artistic standpoint and not focus on these minor details.”
After she finished speaking, Simon remained silent.
Yan Man adjusted her thinking slightly: “Or do you think I took advantage of him?”
Should she inform him next time? But she didn’t know back then, did she?
He probably didn’t mind either, otherwise, he wouldn’t have driven her to meet the character’s prototype later.
“No.”
Simon: “Another one of Bi Tan’s artists got taken advantage of! Damn it!”
“...”
Meanwhile, in the neighboring suite.
Ye Lin’s suite.
Bi Tan held his phone and paced for the 30,725th time inside the study.
He had already given a three-hour speech on “who initiated the kiss scene.”
The content of his speech was extremely repetitive, circling around a few sentences.
He clutched his head in agony: “What’s the most painful thing in this world?”
“Is it that your artist got reported for intimate behavior with another artist? No!”
“Is it that your artist feels angry for being taken advantage of? No!”
“Is it that the person involved is sitting right in front of you, yet refuses to tell you why the hell it happened?!”
Ye Lin: “...”
Bi Tan: “Was it her? Was it you? Who was it? Who killed me, and who did I kill?!”
The man flipped through the script in his hand, deeply annoyed, wanting nothing more than for Bi Tan to shut up.
Bi Tan sat down beside him, determined not to leave without an answer.
He pulled out his phone and even started reciting Buddhist scriptures.
“Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form.”
“Oh, I said it backwards. Isn’t this what happens when your brain gets corrupted by lust?!”
“...”
After another ten minutes of rambling, Bi Tan slapped his thigh and pressed the delete button.
And started all over again.
“What’s the most painful thing in this world?”
“...”
Ye Lin raised his eyelids, his eyes cold and sharp.
Bi Tan: “So who was it? A simple kiss, yet it makes me yearn till—”
Before he could finish the song, the man couldn’t take it anymore.
Ye Lin: “Both tongues came out.”
The surprise was too sudden; Bi Tan’s voice faltered, and he began to cough.
But that didn’t matter. He pressed on his throat, signaling it not to be so uncooperative.
After calming down, Bi Tan suddenly leaned closer: “Both tongues?!”
He lowered his voice: “Who went first?”
“…………”
Ye Lin: “Get out.”
“No,” Bi Tan, the manager, adopted a cutesy tone, “Can you tell me?”
“I can demagnetize your salary card right away.”
At the mention of salary, Bi Tan immediately returned to normal.
With a deep bass voice, he slowly asked: “Then, who exactly was it that extended their tongue first?”
“…”
Bi Tan: “Was it her? Why?”
“Or was it you who initiated it?!” You forcefully grabbed her chin and then—”
Ye Lin: “Do you think that’s possible?”
Bi Tan, ever the shrewd one, immediately understood.
If he couldn’t catch these underlying messages, he might as well quit!
Bi Tan: “It was her? I thought so. Given your professional habits, it wouldn’t be…unexpected.”
As he spoke, something felt off: “Then why did you extend yours? How long was that kissing scene? Was it absolutely necessary? Did any interview cover this part? Was it to fit the character? Or did the director instruct you? Or maybe you felt you should respond since she extended hers?”
Ye Lin couldn’t bear it any longer and closed his script.
“If I want to extend my tongue, I will. Any problem with that?”
“...”
What??
In the afternoon, the production team called everyone over to record some promotional materials.
When Yan Man arrived, it was just past three o’clock. As she walked through the backstage corridor, her profile brushed past the window of Ye Lin’s dressing room. The man then put down his script and followed her out.
Bi Tan curiously followed, muttering: “Just now you refused to leave because you wanted to read your script. Why are you leaving now...”
Looking from afar, oh, Yan Man had arrived, so he wisely stopped following.
Yan Man walked to the classroom door and turned around, catching a glimpse of a tall figure in her peripheral vision.
Ye Lin wore a loose, dark blue shirt today, probably considering the hot weather, the fabric was very thin. With the wind blowing through the corridor, the outline was visible.
Yan Man originally thought actors were quite casual about filming scenes. She had seen variety shows where female actors openly admired their kissing scenes.
But after being nagged by Simon and Zhou Xuan all day, even nothing seemed to become something.
She licked her lips and instinctively prepared to go to the restroom first. However, just as she turned around, someone called her.
“Yan Man.”
“Hmm...”
She reluctantly turned around, responding indifferently with a nasal tone.
Ye Lin: “Go inside the classroom.”
Probably thinking she didn’t want to attend the class and intended to linger outside.
Under his gaze, she walked back to the classroom door and entered with him.
Azhao, who was drawing the curtains, stopped abruptly, staring at the two people coming in and slowly revealing an enigmatic smile.
Li Haoge: “What are you doing? Do you realize you look like a pervert?”
Azhao: “You don’t understand. You think they’re real, but they say they’re fake. You think they’re fake, but actually, they’re real!”
Li Haoge: “How do you mean?”
Azhao blushed: “It’s too... embarrassing to say.”
“...”
What is this?
Finally finishing recording the materials for the day, Yan Man returned to the makeup room to rest.
Ye Lin had a private dressing room. Bi Tan organized some documents and packed them up.
After tidying up, Bi Tan asked: “Shall we go? Back to the hotel.”
The man nodded slightly, as usual, saying little, and turned left.
Bi Tan watched his back.
Out of the dressing room, there were two paths leading to the exit, both roughly the same length, but the right path was quieter.
However, turning left would pass by the classrooms and makeup rooms, where Yan Man was.
Recently, Ye Lin’s first instinct was increasingly to turn left.
Bi Tan shouted from afar and approached him naturally, starting with some harmless small talk to ease into his questioning.
Encountering a few staff members, he also greeted them warmly.
Yan Man heard the voices from the makeup room, snapping out of her own world, putting down her phone, and realizing she should head back.
If she didn’t leave soon, it would delay the staff from going home.
Opening the door, Bi Tan was enthusiastically asking: “Boss Ye, don’t you think you’ve been recently—”
His words stopped abruptly. Bi Tan turned and waved at her: “Hey, Teacher Yan.”
Yan Man nodded: “Good afternoon.”
After a while, she no longer found anything strange, but obviously, her agent hadn’t gotten over it.
Simon: “Are we still leaving?”
Yan Man: “...”
“Of course,” she looked back strangely, “Have you forgotten?”
Simon: “...”
Who could forget after seeing that?!
Not knowing if Bi Tan heard their conversation, anyway, when Yan Man walked alongside them, Bi Tan appropriately raised his voice.
Of course, he changed the topic to something appropriate.
“The director said we’re almost done. We could have a group dinner or something, include it as an extra episode, inviting back all the eliminated actors.”
“Even though no one has been eliminated yet, we can still think about what to eat.”
The man lowered his eyes, looking somewhere before saying: “Up to them.”
Sensing some vague gazes, Yan Man thought, is this a request for opinions? Should she respond?
Talking about food, Simon spoke first: “Any thoughts?”
Bi Tan: “Grilled ox tongue?”
Simon suddenly stood up: “Are you sick?!”
Bi Tan: “...”
Bi Tan glared at him: “What? Are you hiding something?”
Simon: “You don’t know what I’m thinking, how would you know if I’m hiding something?”
Seeing the conversation heading in a wrong direction, seemingly a quarrel between the two managers, but somehow it felt related to others...
Yan Man quietly pulled up her mask: “I’ll leave first. Goodbye.”
Ye Lin: “...”
Back at the hotel, Simon still lingered persistently.
Yan Man sat at the table reading her script while Simon enthusiastically reported:
“Within 24 hours, the Yan-Ye superpost gained 200,000 followers.”
Yan Man: “…………”
Let me go, I beg you.
Surrounded by this topic all day, Yan Man felt emotionally unbalanced. After some thought, she unlocked her phone beside her.
Simon: “What are you doing?”
Yan Man: “Checking out the CP haters to balance my mood.”
Simon: “Do you enjoy seeking criticism?”
“Not really, usually they just argue that we’d never work, showing disdain,” Yan Man scrolled through the list and said, “This one, Jing Hua Hua Jiang.”
Opening Jing Hua Hua Jiang’s homepage, there were only two posts.
The first one was familiar, a reply under her video.
[Those wanting to pair Ye Lin in a CP could circle the Earth; some videos are indeed good but get resisted even to the Arctic Circle. Forget about such inhumane pairings, who would like them?]
Hmm, reasonable.
Her mood balanced a bit.
The second one was a lengthy post.
The article was folded, so she clicked directly to read it.
It seemed long. Could it be a comprehensive argument about how mismatched they were and how the so-called breakout BE video didn’t stand scrutiny?
There were many comments, over 500.
It must be well-written, likely quite fair.
With some reverence, Yan Man scrolled to the end, but her gaze wavered, vaguely seeing sentences like “the man’s tongue prying open her teeth.” She suspected she misread and stopped scrolling.
Great, the second sentence directly mentioned the man gripping her frail waist.
Where? In the car.
Sweating profusely, sweat pouring down like rain.
……
……
As if finally realizing something, Yan Man quickly exited and looked at the bold title at the top of the article.
In bold black letters, it clearly stated—
“I Must Have Said I Love You Hundreds of Years Ago | Yan-Ye Fan Fiction | Car Scene | Bathroom Rooftop Car Wild Outdoors | Accepting Position Suggestions | Ongoing Updates”
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